Sr. Sono
k a m a i t a c h i
Mr. Sleep
Play the trumpets
Following the dance of sleep
If it's meant to be
It will be
At the moment of spasm
At the moment of spasm
Because looking at the ceiling is boring
I feel a bit awake
Maybe not so clever
So I follow Mr. Sleep
Because looking at the ceiling is boring
I feel a bit awake
Maybe not so clever
So I follow Mr. Sleep
It's exactly the dead hours
My thoughts want war
I only hear the rooster pecking while crowing
Mr. Sleep come and get me
I'm paralyzed on earth
Whenever I try to sleep
Insomnia comes to test me
Because looking at the ceiling is boring
I feel a bit awake
Maybe not so clever
So I follow Mr. Sleep
Because looking at the ceiling is boring
I feel a bit awake
Maybe not so clever
So I follow Mr. Sleep
